Paroles de la chanson Pre-Raphaelite par
She looked like a painting
By a Pre-Raphaelite
With red hair cascading
Past her sloping sad eyes
If Rossetti could have seen her
How he would have cried
And he didn't have words like mine
Auburn hair tucked into the neck
Of her father's blue cable-knit fisherman vest
So when I tuck my locks into the collar of my shirt
From time to time, I think of her
And I'm everything that she isn't
And I would make myself in her image if I could
If I didn't know better
By a Pre-Raphaelite
With red hair cascading
Past her sloping sad eyes
If Rossetti could have seen her
How he would have cried
And he didn't have words like mine
Auburn hair tucked into the neck
Of her father's blue cable-knit fisherman vest
So when I tuck my locks into the collar of my shirt
From time to time, I think of her
And I'm everything that she isn't
And I would make myself in her image if I could
If I didn't know better
If I didn't know more
She sits on velvet in candlelight
Collaterally illuminating all my inadequacies
I spent my life building pedestals
And I get the feeling
That when it's dark she glows
She dances naked
My body I never show
She's in a painting
And I'm out of it
And I make things
And she's made out of it
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it
She sits on velvet in candlelight
Collaterally illuminating all my inadequacies
I spent my life building pedestals
And I get the feeling
That when it's dark she glows
She dances naked
My body I never show
She's in a painting
And I'm out of it
And I make things
And she's made out of it
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it
I once watched as we sat by the stream
I pluck a pink magnolia straight from the tree Without a care in the world, that flashy deity
So nonchalant speaking to me
And there was a time I was certain, I was sure
She grew straight from the earth on a pedestal
But here in the dirt I know her better
I know her more
And I'd be subject to her laughter
If she ever did know those things shaped me after
Into my skin sewn
Even she is a patchwork
And how I enjoy the thought
I get the feeling
That when it's dark she glows
It's in her nature
I pluck a pink magnolia straight from the tree Without a care in the world, that flashy deity
So nonchalant speaking to me
And there was a time I was certain, I was sure
She grew straight from the earth on a pedestal
But here in the dirt I know her better
I know her more
And I'd be subject to her laughter
If she ever did know those things shaped me after
Into my skin sewn
Even she is a patchwork
And how I enjoy the thought
I get the feeling
That when it's dark she glows
It's in her nature
Not any kind of show
She's in a painting
And I'm out of it
And I made things
And she's made out of it
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it
Red hair tucked into a blue sweater
Hand knit pink magnolia petals
And men swear blood oaths for their Helen
But she needs no such defender
Spider writing on her letters
I know her more
I know her better
I know her flaws
She's in a painting
And I'm out of it
And I made things
And she's made out of it
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it
Red hair tucked into a blue sweater
Hand knit pink magnolia petals
And men swear blood oaths for their Helen
But she needs no such defender
Spider writing on her letters
I know her more
I know her better
I know her flaws
And I've known heaven
I know her more
I get the feeling
That when it's dark she glows
It's in her nature
Not any kind of show
She's in a painting
And I'm out of it
And I make things
And she's made out of it
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it
I know her more
I get the feeling
That when it's dark she glows
It's in her nature
Not any kind of show
She's in a painting
And I'm out of it
And I make things
And she's made out of it
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it (out of it)
She's made out of it